"You look like a mom." my husband smiled at me.
I did a once over of myself. My mom uniform of jeans and a t-shirt (not mom jeans though, I haven't fallen that far yet). My jeans had a touch of baby spit up on the knee. My t-shirt had slight mucus stains from where my 3 year old wiped his nose while giving me a hug. My hair was thrown up into its usual easy ponytail. No jewelry save my rings that I never take off. I couldn't remember if I'd taken the time to put makeup on or not, but my sunglasses hid my eyes anyway. My feet were in my comfy Preevos. The look of a mom? Yep, I guess I have it.